War Criminal and a Few Other Phrases and Euphemisms “To Die For”
(Quoted words and phrases defined below)
Let us think on the G20 little boy euphemism “war criminal” called out during these modern times of despair, tragedy and death to the helpless of Ukraine. Please note that any nation’s military can collect little big bombs built by CEOs and their janitors at the St. Louis Boeing factory, if they can afford it. Madagascar is out, but Saudi Arabia is in. Already 35,000 have been sold to the “good guys” in Japan, Korea and Norway. One SDB “small diameter bomb” carriage can hold a thousand pounds of disgruntled God cough. Precision guidance is its claim to fame. GPS technology lessens collateral damage. So if it’s an enemy tank or a family sitting down to dinner, your government’s got you covered. Protecting you from nothing that has ever threatened you in a million years.
Keeping those collateral damage numbers low, Like in Iraq, remember?
Really, do you remember?
Today Putin is your devil, as he is one of mine. But there are many faces and ranks of devil in dystopia, like any employee at a bomb factory, or President of the United States. Friendly crotch grabbers, Joe and Donny, have a penchant for terrorizing kids too (and here) after a lifetime of expressing their religious fanaticism on the female sex. Barack Obama slaughtered human beings vicariously 20,000 times. One might have to go back to early 19th century to find a U.S President who didn’t find the time to kill. Maybe John Adams? Oh, but he loved himself some terror slavery, that’s for sure, and we all know (by now) that that “peculiar institution” was pretty damn good at eliminating whomever, whenever.
My nation’s biggest Putin, my King of the Killing Fields, head honcho of cluster munitions, believe it or not, is a sensitive painter like me. The greatest Charlie Manson-like murderer of the 21st Century, George W. Bush. He’s the Putin we let roam free because we are unfree and propagandized like equally competent North Koreans. It’s the truth. It’s not mine. It just is.
This month I’ve been asked often what my Russian painter-friends are doing to counter the war criminal invasion of a sovereign nation. Well, they’re doing exactly what we did. Letting a vicarious murderer murder. Tax season is here. Keep up the good work. You’re on the right side of might. How can 750 U.S. bases pointing “precision bombs” at babies ever be wrong? Sign, date and congratulate. Be glad that an army, navy, air force, marines and now über silly space force protects you from nothing that ever threatened you in a million years.
Might is always right for those worms wiggling under the mighty umbrella. Americans re-elect war criminals, just like the Russians will do.
To Die For: to want something or like it very much. (wanting freedom to live, but instead terrorized by the trappings of rich, effeminate, hell-raising monsters)
War Criminal: a person who has carried out an act during the conduct of a war that violates accepted international rules of war. (ex., any modern U.S. President and Vladimir Putin)
Good Guys: morally correct persons or characters : heros (any nation’s government the U.S. owns or is dependent upon)
Small Diameter Bomb: an extended range all-weather, day or night 250-pound class, guided munition. (an explosion that often blows brown kid’s and their high chairs to kingdom come, but you’re not expected to give a shit if it’s the President you picked)
Precision bombs: (see small diameter bomb)
Peculiar Institution: used in the 19th century to refer to the system of slavery in the United States. (the sole manner in which this nation became wealthy enough to terrorize the world)
Superpower: a state that possesses military or economic might, or both, and general influence vastly superior to that of other states. (an idea where a circle jerk of white old men make the voting majority comfortable enough to point the finger and never smash the mirrors of their own bought and paid for faces)
Stuff to think about this morning while the Texas ex-president has his coffee and croissant out on the veranda. Later he’ll work on his new painting of another veteran holding his sawed off leg like a precious baby. Most unfortunately for the peasants of planet earth, the United States boasts war criminals at every mark above the poverty line. That’s me. That’s you, fellow American. That’s Vladimir Putin too.
There is a way to remain innocent while adulting within the arbitrary lines of a “superpower”. I wrote about it once while Barack Obama’s CIA was torturing people with soft fruit.
Poor is Power to the People
Now how should we behave toward our distant, far away leaders? Our government torturers in Washington stuff bananas up the holes of criminals. It should be time now, don’t you think, to torture our government? Nobody wants to get caught disobeying our parents, the scout leader, the shop teacher… We know that after having all that “against the rules” fun, the principal awaits us in his office to act stern and grave and perversely sadistic. Scary thought, torturing authority. All the money and power is on its side.
What tortures governments?
Easy. A massive constituent rise in monetary impotence. Citizen withdrawal. Limp spending. The majority population can opt to live below the poverty line for their remaining years on earth, and our government reluctantly supports its black sheep flock.
Multiple millions cashing in their EIC checks for their childish transgressions of ease and contentment. No more budget with your name on a bomb. Once poverty is yours again, all worry and complaint about government behavior turns into gossip. And if the political landscape gets darker because your potential brothers and sisters in poverty were too terrified to forego cable television for nirvana, the principal might deserve a powerful smoke bomb to detonate when he stops by the classroom to challenge your soul. Maybe just a cold cock will do.
True, no puny (however wonderful) life alone will shield blows of government superpower paranoia. “They have vays of getting view to talk.” A fruit-stuffed colon being one of them. Pushed up by the scaredy-cat stoolies of a faceless bureaucracy, who make tearful oaths to constitutions, yet obey the rhetoric whims of political millionaires and billionaires and their old men general mercenaries, the latter who disguise prostate agony with attractive medals and decal stripes forged and sewn by the lucky poor of China.
No. Human beings will never en masse to voluntarily choose poverty. The innocent and determined few can and should, if only for the joy of temporary sanity. The poor are not guilty for torture, pollution, injustice, nor even the poopy-scat culture melting our brains. Only the most overtly evil leader would electrocute his nation’s children for the innocent crime of poverty. Unless of course some of these unfortunate brats of bad taste are Jewish, Muslim, dark-skinned, or in any way cumbersome and blocking the path of prosperity for the caretakers of their glorious governments.
It is time for the wise to get quiet and poor.
Poor and unseen. Pretend timidity and anonymity, and torture your government inconspicuously.
Unfortunately, I haven’t collected the EIC in over 20 years. I’m a failure and a war criminal. Yesterday I sent $980.00 to the Pentagon (its cut of our tax burden) to continue threats made good on babies in their high chairs.
I am the worm under the mighty umbrella. And it’s raining hard.